My sweetie is out of town this week, which means on the days that I work (MWF), the dog is home by herself, which she isn’t used to (he works from home). When we first got her, she was pretty okay with being on her own for the day, but with each time he goes out of town, she gets more anxious. F’rinstance, on his last trip she demolished a pair of his shoes that were left in the living room.
Monday I decided to put her in her crate while I was at work, which worked out okay, but I felt really bad about it. So today I figured, I’ll give her the Gorilla toy filled with kibble & treats, and leave the radio on, and make sure there are no shoes lying about, and surely she’ll be fine.
NOPE. I came home to find three bottles of cooking oil (which had been on a low shelf) in the living room, destroyed. Huge puddle of oil on the floor. Huge puddle of oil on the futon. Plus of course it’s tracked everywhere (hooray for hard floors, at least). Oh. My. God. This is so not how I wanted to spend my evening 
